Allura was on her third cup of coffee.

Ever since the strange incident in the abandoned house that had resulted in Detective Williams getting chopped to bits by a ceiling fan, Allura had hardly slept. The man that had been in that house… something had been horribly wrong with him, there was no doubt… but… what was wrong with him? Had he contracted a strange disease? Had a mental breakdown? Ingested bath salts?

"No…" thought Allura. People on bath salts didn't morph into demons… at least, not physically. As she sipped her coffee, she stared out the window before something made her jump.

"Something on your mind?"

Allura turned suddenly, gazing up from her booth at a slender, middle aged yet well rested, beautiful woman with long, brown hair, highlights of white running down and making her hair stand out. She was wearing a casual ladies suit, the buttons to her blazer unfastened and a few blouse buttons undone up by her cleavage. Allura guessed it was one of those business type women who used her gender and sexuality to get what she wanted, and she had no taste in that. But, still, the woman had spoken to her, prompting her to respond,

"Oh, no. Not really." Allura lied as the woman sat down opposite her.

"No, I can tell by your expression." The woman said, tilting her head quizzically, "You've seen something truly horrific, haven't you? Something that nobody ever dreams of seeing."

Allura sighed, looking over at woman. Why was it her business anyway? She didn't know her!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Forgot to introduce myself." The woman said, extending her hand to Allura, "I'm Hazel."

"Detective Allura Alfor." Allura told her.

"Ooh, detective. Nice." Hazel said, "I like a strong woman."

"Well, that's nice for you. Thank you." Allura told her in the most professional way possible.

"Care if I join you?" asked Hazel before sitting down in the booth opposite Allura, "Thank you. Oh, and I'll take a coffee. And go ahead and refill hers as well." She told the waitress as she passed by. Without a word, the waitress went on her way, prompting Hazel to look back at Allura, who seemed confused.

"Pardon me, but did I say you could join me?"

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't mind. After all, nobody wants to be alone after seeing something akin to what you saw just last night.

Allura froze.

"How do you-"

"I know a lot of things, detective. And I also know that, not too far from here, something else is happening. Something that is directly related to what you saw last night."

Allura gaped at her as the waitress brought them the coffee, Hazel thanking her as she began to mix sugar into her cup.

"How do you know about last night? Were you there?!"

"Relax, detective. I wasn't there, I assure you. But, it is quite a story. Your partner chopped to pieces by a ceiling fan? Truly horrific. As is what's happening right about now." Hazel told her as she sipped her piping hot coffee, not even flinching.

Allura stared at her for the longest time, Hazel not breaking eye contact as she gave her a sly grin. Suddenly, Allura jumped at the sound of her phone ringing. She then unclipped it from her belt and answered.

"Alfor."

"Alfor, there's been an incident at a nearby trailer park, behind the Big Deals department store."

Allura's heart skipped a beat as she looked over at Hazel, who was still smirking as if to say "I was right, now you owe me".

"What sort of incident?"

"You'll see when you get here. Just… come as soon as possible, all right?"

"All right. I'll be there soon."

She then hung up as Hazel finished the cup of coffee she had, a refreshing exhale escaping her throat.

"Ahhh, nothing like a good cup of coffee." She said, getting up and tossing some money down at the table.

"After you see what's happened, find me again. I believe that maybe I could help you out."

Hazel then turned to leave, Allura starting after her. She couldn't just leave like this!

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"How can I find you again? You didn't give me a number or anything!" Allura pointed out.

"Oh, you'll find me. Or I'll find you, again. One way or the other. We'll find each other, Detective. Now, you run along. I'll see you soon."

Allura wanted to shudder as Hazel left the diner. She'd sworn that she'd never met someone some eerie… so unnerving. Did she know something? Or was that all just a coincidence?

Either way, Allura paid her bill and made her way down to the trailer park.

It was time to get to the bottom of this situation once and for all…

"Are you sure we're going the right way?"

"Yes, Keith, for the fife hundredth millionth time, we are going in the right direction!"

"That's not even a real number, Lance."

"You're not a real number, Keith!"

"Okay, that doesn't make sense."

"You don't make sense!"

"No offense, but will you two shut your mouths for five minutes?! These dirt roads are a pain in the ass!"

Shiro was doing his best to steer his Winnebago down the twisty, dirt roads that led to Pidge's home. He'd been there before, years ago with Matt and Samuel, Pidge's father, but honestly, he'd forgotten most of the way over the years. Plus, coming back here brought back some painful memories of Matt and Shiro was a little on edge because of that.

"Um… Shiro? You okay?" he heard Hunk ask. He looked over at the large boy, who had been sitting in the seat next to him for the duration of the ride while Lance and Keith tried to scrub the blood and brain matter out of the Winnebago's carpet.

"Yeah, Hunk. I'm all right." Shiro sighed, obviously lying. "It's just… coming back here brings so many memories of Matt back… before the whole cabin thing."

"Oh… yeah. I can't even imagine, man…"

"I used to come up here on weekends... we'd go camping, him and I. We'd roast marshmallows, get drunk, forget about the pressures of real life for a while..." Shiro explained, reminiscing a bit. He then sighed, looking out at the road.

"I would've never dreamed that I'd be the one to end his life." he muttered, chuckling a little. "I guess it's a little poetic. The one you love is the one that kills you because they want to stop you from having such a terrible fate... but, really, that's not how this was."

Hunk's eyes shifted nervously as he began ask something before Shiro cut him off.

"It was more like, 'kill or be killed'. I had to kill him before he killed me." he explained, "And besides, that thing that I killed was not Matt. Not the Matt I knew. It was nothing but pure, concentrated evil. And if I hadn't done what I'd done, it would've killed me and most likely escaped and killed a whole lot more people."

"Whoa..." Hunk mumbled in awe, "Guess that makes you like... something like a hero then, huh?"

Shiro glanced over at him and gave a dry chuckle, looking back at the road. "Me? A hero? Nah... I'm no hero, Hunk." he said, turning onto another road, "I'm just a guy who got thrown into a very, very... weird situation."

"Well... you're a hero to us." Hunk said, giving Shiro a large, sweet smile, which made Shiro chuckle, this time more authentic.

"Thanks, Hunk. Now, will you get those two? We're nearly there."

As Hunk did what he'd asked, Shiro turned down the dirt road that led up to the Holt family's home, looking around for anything strange or abnormal. Within a few minutes, he'd parked the Winnebago and turned off the ignition, turning back to Hunk, Keith and Lance, taking the chainsaw and placing it on his wrist again.

"All right, look guys, chances are whatever's inside Katie's house pretending to be her father is a deadite in disguise, so it's gonna use every trick in the book to get you guys to show it mercy. Long story short: don't do it."

"Um, yeah, about that," Lance butted in, "Pidge isn't gonna be too happy if we run in there chopping at her dead, not-dead dad with a chainsaw. She'll probably flip her shit so... any plan to get around that?"

"Well, we can try and reason with her first and, if she still doesn't believe us... well, we'll just have to improvise." said Shiro.

"Um, another thing, what if he becomes all... deadite-y and comes at us? We don't have any weapons!" Lance pointed out.

"Sure we do." said Keith, taking the kitchen knife and giving the shotgun to Hunk, who looked as if he might be sick at the idea of a firearm in his hands.

"Um, what am I supposed to use?" Lance asked in irritation. Keith thought for a moment before handing him the skillet Pidge had used earlier.

"Here. Hope you've got a mad swing."

"Why can't I use the gun?! I'm clearly the best shot here! And Hunk looks like he's gonna pass out at the thought of even holding it!"

"Says the person who got thrown across the room from the kickback." Keith reminded him.

"I wasn't expecting it!" Lance argued, "Now, come on! Let me use it!"

"He's right, Keith." Shiro said, "If he's the best shot, let him use it. We'll need a good shot to get us through this."

"Ugh…" groaned Keith, Lance giving him a shit-eating-grin as he passed him the shotgun, which Lance gladly took, sticking his tongue out at Keith and blowing a raspberry.

"Oh yeah, real mature." Keith grumbled, rolling his eyes as Lance continued to smile, stroking the stock of the shotgun. "You really wanna give him a firearm? And a powerful one at that?"

"Don't be such a crab!" Lance said, "I know how to work these! For example, I already know where the safety is and everything! And how to unload and load it. I'd like to see you try and do it, Keef."

"Call me 'Keef' again and I'll feed you to Pidge's undead father."

"Cool it, boys." Shiro called back to them as he stopped the Winnebago in front of Pidge's home, "And come on. We've got work to do."

Within a few minutes, the four of them were outside, knocking on Pidge's door, which was then answered by none other than Pidge herself, whose eyes immediately went wide when she saw that they were armed.

"Guys! What the hell?!"

"Hiya, Pidge." Shiro told her, waving with his chainsaw arm, "Mind if we come in?"

"You are not here to chop my dad's head off, Shiro." She said firmly, crossing her arms.

"No, no we're not. We're here to get rid of the deadite that's pretending to be your dad. There's a difference." Shiro said, "May we come in?"

"Chainsaw off." Pidge told him, looking over at Lance, "And Lance? Who the fuck gave you a gun?"

"Hey! Mouth, young lady." Shiro said, pointing his chainsaw at her authoritatively before he realized what he was doing. His brow upturned in confusion, making him quickly switch hands.

"Shiro! I thought that was you!"

Shiro then looked past Pidge to see none other than the smiling face of Samuel Holt, her father. The man who had dies eleven years ago in a cabin in the woods, along with his son, Matthew. Looking healthier than ever.

"Holy shit." Shiro mumbled, suddenly feeling Pidge hit him in the chest.

"Hypocrite." She muttered as she went and joined her father, who looked over at the group, cordially inviting them in.

"Come in! Have a seat! We were just having dinner!"

"Ooh, yummy!" Lance said, rubbing his hands together expectantly, "And who will we be eating tonight?"

He was then cut off by Pidge punching him hard in the arm as Hunk sniffed the air.

"Smells like meatloaf. And mashed potatoes. With gravy! Oh, and... carrots, too."

As he spoke, Keith raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Hunk, how the hell do you do that?"

"Dinner!" Pidge's mother called from the kitchen, bringing in a large platter of meatloaf as Samuel brought in the mashed potatoes, "Oh, hello! You must be Katie's... friends!" she said, taking notice of the blood that covered the four young men standing before her.

"Yes, ma'am! And we've come to save you from certain dea- ouch!" Lance yelped as Pidge whacked him in the sternum, making him cough, "Er... certain... depth. Is... what I said..."

"Here we go!" Samuel said, bringing in plates for everyone. Shiro raised an eyebrow as he offered him one.

"Sorry, but we're not hungry." Shiro said.

"Of course we are!" Hunk butted in, taking a plate for himself.

"Hunk, don't eat that." Shiro told him as he swiped the plate from him, looking over at Mrs. Holt. "Mrs. Holt, Katie, you stay away from it, too."

"Shiro..." growled Pidge.

"Why, why would I do that?" Mrs. Holt asked.

"Ugh... I guess I can't sugar coat this." Shiro groaned, "Your husband isn't who you think he is. Lance, pull up the video."

Lance then pulled up the video of Shiro dispatching of the old, possessed man.

"What... what is this?" Mrs. Holt asked, horrified.

"Nothing, mom! They were just leaving." Pidge said as she tried to push Shiro away.

"That's what your husband is going to turn into, Mrs. Holt."

"Shiro!" Pidge snapped, "Shut the fuck up." she then added in a low toned voice.

"Pidge, it's true!" Shiro told her, "Your father died years ago! Right in front of me! I was there! I saw it myself! This is not him!"

"You... you saw him die?" Pidge asked, but just as she had asked the question, a loud, shrill shriek came from her mother. Just like that, all five of them looked over to see Samuel Holt, now in his true, deadite form, white eyes and bared teeth, holding Pidge's mother by the hair.

"Keep away! Her ass is mine, bitch!" Samuel shouted in a distorted voice as Shiro narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, I don't think so, jerk off." he muttered, pulling the cord to his chainsaw arm to life as he revved the engine. Samuel's arm then extended above Pidge's mother, his fingernails now long and pointed as a loud, curdling shriek erupted from his throat. Shiro cried out as he swung the chainsaw, chopping off Samuel's arm at the elbow, blood spraying the wall as the arm fell to the floor, earning loud groans from the other boys.

"Friggin' wicked!" Lance cried out.

"Disgusting!" shouted Hunk.

Lance then went over to examine the arm closer when suddenly, it sprang back to life, using it's fingers to run at him, Hunk and Keith as if it were some demented scorpion.

"Huh? Whoa-ahhh ahh! What the fuck is this fucking fuckery?!" Lance cried out as he backed up into Hunk away from the crawling hand.

"WHAAAGHHH! AHH IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!" Hunk shouted in panic, pointing as Keith raised his knife.

"I've got this!"

Just as he said that, the arm shrieked and leaped forward, it's fingers closing around Keith's throat, earning another horrified scream from Hunk as Keith began choking.

"Hnnngggg...get... it... off me!" he cried out, stabbing the arm repeatedly with the knife as it laughed and shrieked, blood spraying from it's stab wounds, Shiro all the while wrestling with the one armed Samuel, flinging Pidge's mother away from them.

"Get her away from here, Pidge! Go!" Shiro shouted to her.

"Mom, come on! Quick!" Pidge yelled over the mayhem, leading her mother away.

"GAHHHHH SOMEONE DO SOMETHING, GODDAMMIT!" Keith shouted as the arm continued choking him, eventually pushing him into a wall, smacking his head against it as it let out long, high pitched giggles.

"LA-ANCE!" Keith shouted between thuds.

Lance gaped at him with the shotgun still in hand, "What?! What is it?!" he called back.

"U-USE THE FU-UCKING GU-UN YOU-U IDIOT!"

Lance gasped and looked down at the gun, quickly going over and beginning to fire as Hunk pushed the barrel away.

"NO!"

BLAM!

Before Lace knew it, he'd shotgun blasted a hole through the roof, Keith still being choked by the arm, now beginning to turn bright red.

"Hunk! What the hell, man?!"

"You're gonna blow his face off, dude!"

"No I'm not! Let me do this!" Lance assured him, pumping the gun again. "Oh, this is gonna be a real blast."

He then aimed and shot the arm at the elbow, the limb then breaking in two, the fingers loosening from Keith's throat and the hand falling to the floor with a scream as Lance blew the fingers off with another blast.

"Hell yeah! Cold, hard boomstick up your ass, baby!" he shouted, pelvic thrusting the air in triumph. Across the room, Shiro was still wrestling with Samuel, who eventually threw him into the wall, quickly setting his sights on the boys.

"Oh boy, creepy demon dad, coming right for us!" Hunk cried.

"Aw, shit sticks, I'm out of shells!" Lance realized, "Well, that's it. We're toast."

"Oh, bullshit! You'd better club him in the head or some shit, ass wipe!" Keith snapped.

"Keith, we're about to be torn to shreds by a demon dude, could you not call me names right now?!"

"I'll swallow your filthy little souls!" howled Samuel.

"Okay, what's the deal with you things and swallowing shit?" Lance asked, "Maybe you can swallow a dick and choke on it!"

Samuel growled, pointing a long, crooked nail on his good hand at Lance, "You first!"

As he made a grab from Lance, his head was quickly separated from his body, spinning off his torso and onto the floor. Before the boys knew it, they watched Shiro's chainsaw blade cut through Samuel's torso like it was the tough piece of turkey at a Thanksgiving dinner, blood spraying them once more as Shiro finished, the two halves of what used to be the demonic Samuel Holt falling to the floor as the boys looked at Shiro in awe.

"What? He turned his back." Shiro pointed out. "Thought it was about time he split."

The boys continued to stare, Keith raising an eyebrow, a look of disgust on his face, Hunk looking terrified and Lance immediately guffawing, doubling over from laughter.

"HA! You made a funny! Ha, ha, ha! Oh... oh my God. Yes. YES."

"All right, all right, calm it down, weirdo." Keith told him, grabbing his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

"Where's Pidge?" Shiro asked.

"We're here." Pidge's voice rang out as she stepped out of a bedroom, "I told my mother to stay in there. I figured she didn't want to see this."

"You're probably right." Shiro said, looking down at Samuel's body. "All right, we need to go bury this. That's the only way to make sure it stays dead. Dismember, and bury. Those are the rules, according to the book. So, come on. Let's get to work."

Across town in the trailer park, police sirens blared and investigators roamed the premises like vultures. Allura had made good time, meeting her commander there.

"Ah, Alfor. Good to see you." he said, "I have a case for you. Seems to match up with that one that cost you your partner."

"Sir?" Allura asked, "How do you know they're connected? For sure?"

"The victim here was found dismembered, his head separated from the rest of him, his eyes clouded white. Similar to the one who's head you blew off. What we found left of his head showed the same features. Leathered skin, white eyes, jagged teeth. That sort of thing."

"I see..." Allura said, looking over at the body, which was covered by a white sheet. "Do we have any leads?"

"We've done some asking around and, apparently, a mobile home that is usually parked here packed up and left earlier today and this man was found nearby."

"Any idea as to who owns the mobile home?"

"Haven't got a name so far, but I do have a description. Our sketch artist has been working on a rendering. We also managed to talk to a middle aged woman who lives across the way and said she saw four young kids, appear to be in their late teens, come to this very mobile home where our suspect is believed to live just a few minutes before the incident."

Allura thought that over, looking over at her supervisor, "Do you have the preliminary sketch?"

"Yes, here." he said, handing her a sketch of what appeared to be a Japanese man. "Our witness says he's around six feet tall, broad, muscled, built well. Has short black hair with the exception of a portion that leads to his bangs. That section is stark white. He has a large scar across the bridge of his nose and quote, 'Looks as if he wears eyeliner'. But, the most distinguishable part of him would be the fact that he only has one hand, the other one being made out of wood."

Allura thought for a few minutes as she looked down at the sketch. Sure, the man was handsome, but she couldn't let that distract her.

She had to find this man. Fast.

If this man was really responsible for what had happened in that house where Williams had been chopped to bits, Allura had to know. She had to find him.

She had to make him pay.